Fu Zhuoyi didn't know if she was cheating, and pretended not to hear.

But when I tried to push her, I found that she was like a koala, holding herself tighter and tighter.

He was so close to her that he could feel how clingy she was now, her warm breath almost touching his ear, making his heart cramp for a moment as if it were entangled in a vine.

When he came back to his senses, he pushed her head again.

I was shocked when I found that her forehead was hot.

Shi Yan has a fever and is not completely unconscious, and from time to time she can still half-open her eyes and look at the figure who is busy with her.

But under her blurred vision, it was really a Taoist figure.

By the time Fu Zhuoyi finished feeding her the medicine, she had already grabbed the pillow and fell asleep, but she didn't sleep well, and she was still muttering some sleep words.

"Don't come near ......"

She fell asleep on her side, her pillow in her arms, her other hand waving wildly.

Fu Zhuoyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night scene with the lights drifting away.

He was in a very dry mood, like a fire burning in a sealed corner of his heart, but the firewood that lit the fire was still wet, and every time it was lit, it made people lose hope.

The scarlet of his fingertips ignited again, and his brow was blank, as if he was immersed in confusion.

In the middle of the night, Shi Yan's fever subsided, the heaviness in her head was reduced a lot, and she woke up faintly.

It was dark in the room, all the lights were turned off, and she could only judge that Fu Zhuoyi was still there by the sound of even breathing on her side.

She reached out and found him lying with his back to her, his broad back erecting a wall.

As soon as Shi Yan got sick, she was a little lacking in love.

She didn't care if Fu Zhuoyi thought about it or not, so she jumped up and hugged his waist from behind.

Men usually love fitness, and their well-proportioned bodies exude vigorous heat.

She felt safe just holding it.

But she was so careless that she didn't notice that Fu Zhuoyi wasn't asleep at all.

Now he was wrestling her tightly wrapped hands.

Shi Yan didn't let go, and his voice instantly became ten degrees colder, like a terrifying Satan in the Western world.

"Let go."

Shi Yan's voice was soft and hoarse, "Don't." ”

She was conscious, knowing that this was actually Jing Xi's bedroom, and the thought that she might have lived here made her nerves excited.

In the corner that was so dark that he couldn't see it, Fu Zhuoyi's lips set off a mocking arc.

He said, "You shouted Zhou Ling again in your dream, now, do you still want to hold me?" ”

These words were like a bucket of cold water splashed on Shi Yan's face, and her hands unconsciously loosened.

Zhou Ling's topic was like a sharp thorn in Fu Zhuoyi's heart, she had always used this to stimulate him before, wanting to see her anxious for herself.

It turned out that in the years when he loved himself, this method was indeed tried and tested.

But now, he actually revealed his shortcomings, which made Shi Yan a little unclear about what he thought.

Love is the only bargaining chip she can use to contain Fu Zhuoyi for her, and now, is it really not working?

The next second Fu Zhuoyi let go of her hand, she turned over and stood up, and her merciless words overflowed from the corners of his lips.

"Now that you're awake, let's go back."

Shi Yan was stunned, and her eyes were completely red.

"I'm sick, do you have to be so ruthless?"

Fu Zhuoyi didn't answer, he seemed impatient to talk to her.

Pressed the smart remote control, and the familiar mechanical sound sounded again.

Shi Yan knew what this meant, but she still couldn't believe it.

This operation is as if the person who carried her in and didn't let her go was not him.